There must be something about those rings. My stepmother has one as well. Big, square stone.

“What am I supposed to do with you?” she says, backhanding me across the face. The emerald ring, the giant stone she managed to smuggle into Canada, grazes my cheekbone. I stumble back, covering my eye. It hurts, but I don’t know how much because o…
At Sixteen, My Mother Gave Me a Black Eye That Took Forty Years to Heal
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Arpad Nagy
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Jan 10, 2024
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There must be something about those rings. My stepmother has one as well. Big, square stone.
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Written by Arpad Nagy3.5K Followers
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Shortlisted for 2024 Northwind Writing Award in NF/Fiction. New owner of First Line Fiction. Editor @ The Memoirist, AoE, Book Cafe, Short Place, Kitchen Tales.
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